I spent last night, i.e. the Saturday night in the most clichéd form possible! Went drinking then dancing and then again drinking and then again dancing followed by more drinking and finally an early morning breakfast! I am told this way of spending the Saturday night shows that one has a life – a social life! I just have a small question – as an after effect when I spend the whole of Sunday at home warding of the debaucheries of the previous night …trust meat that point I know that no life is better than that life!!!!! Of course, one doesn’t really complain when one is actually committing the debaucheries, because all said and done it’s a lot of fun, at least for that moment of time. One thinks of the Latin proverb -“It is well to remember that there are five reasons for drinking: the arrival of a friend, one’s present or future thirst, the excellence of the wine, or any other reason.” and raises a toast to it and one more and may be one more! The consequences are all hazy in the alcohol incensed fumes of future……so tomorrow shall never come!
Anyhow, I am not writing to debate out the pro and cons of wild night outs, but rather to share my varied and bemused reactions to clubs/discotheques. Even while the world was dancing the night out around me, I know I had to come back and write about this!!
So after drinking for like 3 straight hours, we went to this “in” club at the very heart of the city. This is like my umpteenth visit to this place and I still have to figure out why it so high in the “places to be in” list. The alcohol is alright but way overpriced. The food is …well palatable, but then who goes to a night club to eat. The music is….well for somebody who really digs dancing……well want to stop dancing and go sit in a corner and nurse my LIT. Then comes the people part of the whole deal…let’s get to that part.
Since this is the place “to see and to be seen with”, the entire world descends there. So I begin with the hep and cool, who were the most amazing clothes, have reserved tables and get waited on hand and foot. In a weird autocratic system, no body dances with their women, but they can go and grope anyone they care to in whatever form/shape/size as long as they are of the female disposition. Then there are the “want to be seen so that can show off to friends”. I find this variety mostly among women than among men. They wear the shortest of dresses and tallest of heels and are distinctly uncomfortable in the attire and do not have any fun, since they are so physically uncomfortable; but you will never find them confessing the same. Oh! No! They just had a “fab” time…..what the hell is fab anyway? Then of course there are the usual frustrated lot – both men and women. The men will go around pushing themselves on to you no matter how much you try to protect yourself. But at least the club bouncers are always on the alert for such creatures and in my limited night clubbing experience have always taken care of these gropers. But what about this whole lot of frustrated…let me rephrase desperate women???? So I went in a gang of 8, four guys and us four girls. At one point, two of my guy friends were just standing in the corner, drinking and generally enjoying, when suddenly this scantily clad persona came crashing into both of them and started gyrating…well gyrating…you know what I mean!! My poor boys……they did not know how to handle this loose cannon. Until one of her friends came and took her away, those two were literally cornered! Then there is this group, who seem to find a challenge in finding private spaces to display their affection and insist that the entire world should witness their love – at least physical if not spiritual! Shudder! Shudder! Ugh! Finally there would be this shy group of men/women who come looking for a good time and a possible dance partner….they will come quietly and shyly and ask if you wanted to dance….when you are already dancing with somebody!
After all of this and the bad music, is it any surprise that I spent a significant part of the clubbing portion of the night, hardly dancing and nursing one LIT after the other. The result of those LITs I keenly feel today…..the sins of the past shall visit us tomorrow…..sigh sigh! Groan! Groan! In the words of one the greatest philosophers of the modern times ….”Alcohol is the cause and the solution to many of life’s problems.” Homer Simpson